Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.